Singapore Girl Part 5

Things went along quite nicely for the next few weeks and quite a bit more conventionally. As the weather turned warmer with the onset of spring, we settled into a very comfortable rhythm. June had communicated her desire to keep the big dildo and a vibrator handy and both got used pretty regularly as part of our foreplay. On one occasion, June decided to make use of a cucumber, but the damn thing kept slipping.

She started inviting me to various Jaycee get together. I fit in really well bearded, casual (usually jeans) and absolutely zero tolerance for bullshit. I was reminded of all the reasons I'd dropped out of advertising five years before. Still they were not only networking; they were actually doing things for the community ... and that was more than I could say. All were civil, some were polite, a few were friendly and a couple of them were downright charming. I in turn invited her to the annual awards banquet held by my writer's organization, which shall rename nameless. (Hint: If you've read The Hugo Winners, you could have met most of the authors there.) Bless her heart, June understood the importance of the event hell, I even got a haircut and wore a tie and decided to do me up proud.

When I called for her, she was wearing different makeup than usual. It made her seem a bit older and far more polished. She was wearing high heels, something she normally avoided. And she wore a cheongsam, the traditional sheath-like dress with the slit up the side. It was jet black, clingy, and tied about her neck, leaving her back and shoulders bare. With her pale flesh and flawless complexion, her slinky dress and a flash of long, shapely leg right up to mid-thigh with each graceful step, she looked utterly scrumptious.

Our arrival at the pre-banquet cocktail party sent a ripple of silence from the doorway through the large room in the Waldorf. Heads turned and eyes widened. I was noticed only because I was with her. She brought all of her Jaycee skills to bear and by the time we were seated for the actual awards banquet, about a half-dozen editors were introducing themselves to me and asking if I had any novel-length material (I had already published some short stories). When we got back to her place, she was quite tired and we slept, snuggling close. I went out the next morning and did something I had never before done: I bought a ring for the woman. Not only was she bright, sweet, dedicated, beautiful and unbelievably sexy, she was willing to back up all the way her man. I put the ring in my dresser and began thinking the whole matter through and trying to determine the right time. And that time wouldn't be too long: Her visa was expiring and she would have to leave America ... unless she qualified for accelerated naturalization, say, as a relative of a citizen. And I knew she wanted to stay. But I had to be careful. It mustn't seem like gratitude or a payoff for this proud, tough woman who'd worked and thought her way out of the slums of Singapore.

A couple of days later, as I was leaving her place after a deliciously languorous night of intermittent fucking and dozing, June stopped me at the door: "About tonight? "Yes?" "I have a fantasy..." Oh, goody! I thought. "I want you to tie me up." I paused, regaining composure and then delivered my brilliant repiposte: "Huh?" "Well? Abruptly, she seemed almost shy. "You told me once you always wanted to make a woman cum so hard she would pass out. And sometimes when it becomes very intense for me I make you stop what you're doing until I calm down." "And what would you like me to be doing to you while you're tied up?" "Whatever you want to do that will make me cum like that. I have wanted to try this for a long time, but you are the first person I ever would trust." "It's not something I'm exactly keen to do, you know." "That is one reason I trust you to do it." "You're not afraid I would hurt you?" She smiled and slithered into my arms. "You would never hurt anyone, least of all me." She fumbled at my belt. "I want you to do whatever you want with me and tell me what you are doing and what you are thinking and imagining " She opened my pants and was fumbling around inside. "It makes me itchy just to think of it." I disengaged her hand carefully; I might add and repaired my attire. (That sounds so damned proper, doesn't it? "Repaired my attire; Faded jeans and a sweatshirt.) "So you're leaving it up to me, eh?" "No one knows how to make me cum better not even me." I nodded. "Alright, June I'll be here at nine." "What would you like for dinner?" "I'll have eaten. You will, too no later than seven-thirty. I want you to be showered and dried off and warm. I want you to wear that old blue nightdress, the one that's worn through near the shoulder. I will call you at eight-thirty. Take my call on the phone by the bed. Have the answering machine hooked up for the office phones." She looked at me strangely. "What have you got in mind?" I stepped to the other side of the vestibule door. She was wearing jeans and a cable knit blue v-neck sweater. She'd pulled them on only to see me to the door and there was nothing underneath except June. But even through the thick strands of the sweater, I could see that her nipples were hugely swollen and her chest and neck were brightly flushed.

"June, this is your idea. Go along with it," I said, "and you will cum as you have never imagined you could cum." Halfway down the block to my house I was wondering if I'd let my mouth run away with itself. That was a tall order I'd promised to fill for this short woman.

But by the time I'd reached my place, I was already analyzing the situation and the outlines of what would do the trick were forming in my head.

The first thing I did was stop at Rudy's. I had a good working arrangement with Rudy, the semi-competent superintendent for my apartment building. When I needed the use of his workshop, I'd spot him ten bucks. He'd long since learned that I took good care of the tools better than he did, in fact. He even let me store some of my stuff there. I checked through the pile of scrap lumber and found some pieces of three-quarter inch CDX that were workable and enough odds and ends of one-by and two-by to serve. I took the BMT to 23rd Street and bought some thick, industrial grade gray carpet remnants at ABC another five bucks and then walked home. Along the way, I stopped at Paterson Silks at University and Fourteenth. To my knowledge, Paterson has never sold silk bolts. Their specialty is good, serviceable fabrics for the thousands of working poor and welfare recipients who try to make a few bucks stretch farther by doing their own sewing. If you want to meet some young, stunningly beautiful and irrepressibly vital Puerto Rican single mothers, Paterson Silks is a good place to go. But be forewarned they can steal your heart away.

I bought what I needed in Paterson, walked the rest of the way home, dropped the hard goods in the shop, stored the rest in my place, then headed for the Pink Pussy Cat over on West Fourth near Jones Street. It was almost ten-thirty and they would be opening. The Pink Pussy Cat is an adult toy store. There are others, to be sure but the PPC staff makes it special. They seems to have this basic attitude problem: When people work up the courage to walk down the five steps to the entrance of the well (but not garishly) lit emporium, the staff for some reason assumes these are people who think sex should be fun and have a sense of joy and humor. When I had entered the PPC to buy a vibrator for Annie, they'd asked me what kind. I'd said, Hell, what've you got? To which the pimply young woman had said we?ve got these. She'd proceeded to take one of each and every vibrator in the store and set it on the counter. Those that could stand up on their bases were so arranged. Then she activated every one of them. The standing ones moved around in little circles, the pumping ones spun and pumped, the squirming ones writhed and wriggled, etc. One of the other clerks switched the radio from Lite Rock to a disco station and the staff that weren't busy stood around and voted on which vibrator won the Dance Fever contest and someone hug a tinsel garland around it as an award. We are not talking pretentious, superior, overbearing fools here.

Indeed, they had just opened and the on-duty clerk asked what I wanted.

"I want a big dildo" "Long or thick?" he asked, a tad on the fey side, and every bit as professional as any of them were.

Both, this is for someone who wants that stuffed feeling. Woman or and He grins broadly and infectiously man? Woman. Good definition of woman, in fact. Vaginal, then or ? Vaginal. Color? Her color's got nothing to do His expression stopped me. Sorry. Flesh, black, latex whatever. He located a half dozen, ranging in size from the biggest that I already owned to something he called "Big Fred," which was about fifteen inches long and had to be six inches in diameter.

I just got an inferiority complex. I know the feeling, he said.

Do people use this for a coat rack or do they really use this for, uh Mostly gay men into fist fucking and pain, I think. He made a face. A great deal of pain. He shrugged. Also, we have a catalog and you can special order, No, I found just the ticket and I had. It was called, I think, California Reaming. It was about eighteen inches long. It made no attempt at being lifelike. It was as if someone had put pieces of fruit of increasing size smallest first into a latex tube. The result was a knob of latex about an inch and a half thick, followed by a slight depression, then another knob, a bit thicker, and so forth. The knob at the base had to be five inches thick. The base was flattened and there was a hollow opening about a half inch thick. The salesman opened a drawer and took out a length of slim metal rod that was terminated with a three quarter inch pipe thread. He carefully inserted the stiffener's blunted end for safety, he said into the latex tube. We also sell a pedestal I shook my head. How much for this? It was close to a hundred bucks Yikes! But I figured, what the hell? I took my purchase home along with the salesman's wise (if unnecessary) cautions to use PLENTY of lubricant. Next, I headed for Canal Street. The border between Chinatown and Little Italy is lined with hardware and electronics stores. Most of them have merchandise overflowing onto boxes and makeshift shelves on the sidewalk and many also offer used "as is" miscellany. I found an "as is" Skill orbital sander that lacked the lockdown clamps that hold the sandpaper and was missing most of the handle. No problem five bucks. At an open-air electrical and electronics parts supply store I found a perfectly serviceable rheostat for another fiver. At the plumbing supply outlet I bought a coupling that would adapt the base of the dildo's stiffener to the plate screw on the sander. I picked up a couple of hinges and headed for the workshop. It was a bit past noon when my shopping was done.

June was right about me, of course: I did know what made her cum most. I knew that massive head gave her screaming orgasms too excruciating for her to bear for very long and made her always juicy and hungry cunt downright voracious for stuffing. I used the plywood to build a cube about on each side. I drilled appropriate holes and mounted the sander inside, then mounted the rheostat so the lead to the control dials poked through the opposite side of the box. I hooked up the wiring, plugged it in, and turned it on. With the sander set to its slowest setting and the rheostat thumbed to the lowest gauge, it made for a wonderfully variable vibration. I installed the adapter couplings, and then covered the whole thing with the carpet remnants. Then I slid the dildo onto the stiffener, screwed the stiffener onto the sander coupling and presto! The world's biggest and most luxurious vibrating dildo.

Of course, the whole thing weighed about forty pounds. The weight of the sander, box and rheostat seemed to be enough to counter the extended weight of the latex. I had to make one more shopping trip for two extensions one to lead to the rheostat from the outlet and one so I could be as much as ten feet from the box and still control it batteries and plenty of K-Y lubricant. I also bought two bottles of wine. I threw a tarp over the whole affair and stopped by Rudy's apartment to tell him I'd be picking up my creation at a quarter to nine. I gave him another five for the extra trouble. I went up to my place and fixed a big plate of linguini with clam source and purposely overate. As I expected, I felt drowsy. I set the alarm and lay down to nap for a while.

I woke at eight and showered and trimmed my beard. I thought carefully about what I would say and at eight-thirty I picked up the phone and prepared to begin June's night of fantasy fulfilled.

I dialed the number. She answered on the second ring.

What re you wearing? What are you going to Listen, She hesitated.

Do you like it when I suck your clitoris? When I stick that big rubber cock in you? When I jam my hand up your cunt and move it around? I could hear her breathing, short, shallow pants.

Tell me! Ooooo, I am so itchy What are you wearing? I'm wearing Take it off, all of it, then pick up the phone. When she picked up the phone, she giggled, nervously. Now I want you to touch your clit. But, Do it. I heard her little gasp; that was all the confirmation I needed. Keep doing it go on that's it rub and press and rub ... and now stick one finger in your cunt... She gasped again. Then: Ooohhh, I am so wet and horny. Now go downstairs and unlock the door to your place, then come back up. Light one candle and turn out all the lights. Then lay down on the bed and masturbate and keep masturbating until I arrive, She groaned.

"I will be there exactly at nine o'clock." "But I am naked!" "Yes. That's your problem. Maybe someone will get a glimpse of your sweet tits or your lovely cunt or your tight Chinese ass " She groaned again.

You wanted to put yourself completely in my fucking control. Do it and if you don't do what I say, this night is over and someone else will enjoy the treats I have planned for your hot, wet cunt. I hung up and checked the clock. It was eight thirty. I put out food for the cat, took my supplies and a clean pillowcase, then locked up the place and left. I went to the workshop and dismantled my contraption, then put the parts into the pillow case and threw it into a canvas carpenter's bag. I got to her door at five to nine. My cock was like a bar of iron in my pants. One of the waitresses from the espresso house occupying the second floor of her building the first floor was a retail space saw me standing there with the bag and smiled. What's in the bag? Tools, she looked directly at my bulging crotch and grinned. Uh- huh, she said, and shimmied through the entrance to the cafe.

At two minutes to nine I entered June's vestibule and locked the door behind me. I climbed the long, carpeted stairway to the first floor where her offices were and glanced inside. The telex was on STORE and the answering machine was turned on. So was I.

I climbed the second long flight of stairs to her living quarters. All the lights were out. David? Her voice echoed through the silent but for the distant sound of music from the cafe apartment.

Are you doing what I told you do it! I heard the bed creak and as I listened to her pant faster and more urgently and the bed begins creaking, I ducked into the bathroom. In the linen closet were bath sheets enormous towels. I took two of them. I stepped into the bedroom and reached into my bag of tricks. I withdrew the vibrator, opened it, loaded it with two D-Cells and tossed it onto the bed.

"Use it on your clit," I ordered and stepped out of the room. I went through the darkened hallway to her living room. There I got two of the bolsters from her sectional. I rolled them the long way and wrapped them in the towel, then tied the whole thing with two of the lengths of silk ribbon I'd bought at Paterson. I carried the makeshift cushion and my bag into her bedroom.

She was writhing wildly on top of the bedcovers, plunging the vibrator in and out of her cunt and "Stop!" I snapped.

She almost stopped.

"I said use it on your clit, not in your cunt!" "But I am so itchy? "That's the idea." She complied, but only after a loud, almost pitiful, groan. I put my bag on the floor and next to it, the tightly rolled cushions. My cock was trying to rip my jeans.

I screwed the base thread of the dildo stiffener into its slot and carried the whole thing to the bed.

Even in the darkness, I could see her eyes widen. "What? I didn't answer yet. I opened the K-Y and smeared it all over the end of the dildo. I used most of one tube. Then I took the lead cord and plugged it in to the outlet. Next, I put the bound billows on the bed and retrieved my other silk ribbons from the bag. June kept pumping her clit and arching her hips as I bound her wrists. Then I tied a ribbon about each slender angle. I put the rolled-up bolsters lengthwise on her belly and breasts and then tied her with the ribbons from her wrists together around it strapping her to the bolsters. Then I did the same with the ankle ribbons. Next, I rolled her onto all fours the "fours" being tied around the bolster. And all the time, she never stopped working the vibrator around her cunt.

Finally, I took two long ribbons and fed them around and under the mattress between the lumpy mattress and the boxsprings, to be precise. When I was done, she was on all fours, bound to the rolled-up bolsters and immobilized by the ties to the bed.

At some point, the vibrator had slipped from her fingers but no matter. I had begun muttering random, vague dirty words to her and her juices had already dampened the pillowcase containing the bolsters.

What are you going to do to me? She cried softly.

"Whatever the fuck I want," I answered. I stripped quickly and then paused, taking stock.

Before me was a gorgeous Chinese girl from Singapore who, at her request, I had tied up and rendered utterly helpless. She had begged me to do with her as I wished and make her cum till she literally was unconscious with pleasure.

I stepped to the side of the bed and look down at her. Her legs were forced apart by her position and beautiful little cunt was exposed but her position also tautened and emphasized the perfection of her sweet, tight little ass; the narrowness of her hips; the superb proportions of her back, and the perfect line of her legs.

She had begged me to do with her as I wished and as I looked at her naked form, as I inhaled the heady aroma of her copious juice and her unmistakable arousal, I anticipated doing just that fucking her and making her cum till she and I had reached another plane of reality.

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